Birthday Kisses(6)

I don’t give a damn about eating at the moment. This could be a Michelin star, top-notch experience and I couldn’t be bothered with any of it. I just want to get my girl back into that sexy hotel room with the lit candles everywhere, and fuck her nice and slow until she’s screaming my name.

Sounds like the perfect way to end our day.

Instead, I indulge her, asking, “What did you do this afternoon?”

“I went to Bergdorfs. Alyssa made me an appointment, and I got a trim and the stylist gave me a blow out, plus she curled the ends. My hair feels so bouncy.”

I had her hair clutched in my fist only a few minutes ago, and yeah, I noticed that.

“And once that was done, I went to the spa and got a pedicure and manicure.” She holds out her hand, showing me her short, dark red nails. “I can’t remember the last time I did something like that for myself.”

“You’ve been taking care of a baby,” I remind her, grabbing her hand before she can snatch it away, entangling our fingers together. “You deserve all the pampering in the world.”

She smiles prettily. “And then, I got a massage. Oh my God, I almost melted into a puddle, it felt so good.”

Something sharp pokes at my chest and I sit up straighter. “Tell me the masseuse was a woman.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you that yes, he was a woman.” Peals of laughter escape her when she sees the ferocious expression I can feel on my face. “It was a woman. Her name was Phoebe. She was lovely. Very strong hands.”

I relax a little, squeezing her fingers to send a little reminder that she likes to play with fire. “You’re a bad girl, Birdy. Trying to get me all worked up.”

A sigh leaves her and she loosens her hand from my grip, reaching out to drift her fingers across my jaw. “I like seeing you all pissed off and territorial.”

I raise my brows. “Pissed off?”

My wife has never been big on curse words.

She nods, drifting her finger across my lower lip. “It goes against every single feminist feeling I have inside of me, but I can’t help but enjoy it when you’re like this.”

I snag hold of her hand, my fingers curling around her wrist. “You want me to go caveman on you tonight?”

A giggle escapes her, dying on her lips when she sees the serious expression on my face. “Caveman, Crew? Really?”

“We haven’t…cut loose in a long time,” I remind her. “We’re distracted.”

Her smile fades. “Because of Willow.”

“You’re always keeping an ear out for her.”

“So are you.”

The server appears and we make our drink orders. I order a whiskey neat and Wren orders some fruity cocktail with a holiday theme, plus she asks for an appetizer. We continue chatting, sipping our drinks when they arrive, eventually ordering our entrees once the server brings us our appetizer. By the time dinner is finished, I’m leaning back in my chair, two whiskeys in, my gaze locked on my wife’s flushed face as she slurps from her second Christmas cocktail of the night.

“I’m such a lightweight.” She hiccups, setting her glass down at the same moment her eyes go wide. “I probably shouldn’t have drunk all that.”

“Why not?” Can’t hurt to loosen up a bit, right?

“It could get in my breast milk.” She clutches her ripe tits for emphasis. “What if I get Willow drunk?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “You won’t get our daughter drunk. By the time we pick her up tomorrow, it should all be out of your system.”

“Are you sure?”

“Babe.” I grab her hand yet again and give it a squeeze. “I’m positive. Now let’s get the bill paid so we can get the hell out of here and I can get your pretty, naked ass in bed.”

The sly smile on Wren’s face makes my heart beat a little harder, swear to God.





5





WREN





“I’m so full,” I say as Crew practically drags me down the hall toward our hotel room.

Ugh, it’s true. I’m full of delicious food and I’m a little drunk on sweet, holiday themed cocktails, and I sort of want to take a nap. That sounds delicious. Almost as delicious as the food we ate and the drinks I consumed. Probably as delicious as the taste of my man’s lips and the way his eyes roam over me, like he’s imagining me naked.

Okay, maybe I’m not that full. I need to stay awake and alert because something amazing is sure to happen once we get inside that hotel room. Anticipation floods my veins, settling with a throb between my thighs, and when we come to a stop in front of our room door, I press my thighs together to stave off the sudden ache.

Crew opens the door with ease and ushers me inside the darkened room, the door slamming shut and cutting off the light shining from the corridor. Once again, I’m pushed against the wall, my butt hitting it first before he’s on me, his mouth finding mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands everywhere at once.

It’s an assault to my senses, the way he’s consuming me. As if he can’t get enough. I feel the same hunger rising within me, my hands running down the front of his chest, fingers teasing the hem of his sweater, brushing against the hot, hard skin of his stomach.